What is it about?
Why should i bother?
It doesnt make sense,
it doesn´t make it change, hence -

i´ll call myself done for.
Belittled thoughts and acts
stay forcibly the same,
there´s only me to blame.

i want to stand my ground,
welcome all the joy
that should appear to me
when blooming initially.

as if i´m a magnet,
blue of all the need,
but all i see is red
appearing in my head

and in front of my eyes
all the sickness in disguise,
can´t change the way
i look at night and day

would it change my view
if all i´ll ever do
was turn myself around,
scream at what i found
and knew that all i´d see
would leave and leave me be?